It's Not A Love Story

I'm currently listening to this song on repeat ("It's Not A Love Story" from the musical revue Tales From The Bad Year) and wow....
It's funny, I first heard this song when a friend of mine sang it for our choir class to practice before a solo competition. It was absolutely amazing, which was no surprise; Ivy's amazing. My friend Aleia started crying (the song's about a couple moving from high school to college and their relationship's decay; as a senior in a relationship that is planning to try and continue she was obviously touched). However, I also found myself crying, at that time thinking of my maternal grandmother who had died a week or so prior. The lyrics aren't particularly reminiscent of my relationship with my grandma, but it was a bittersweet song about loss and I was an emotional wreck, of course I cried.
Now, though, I'm sitting in bed dry-eyed and listening to my fifth YouTube version of the night. I can't stop thinking about Melanie. I'm seeing her tomorrow at the GSAFE conference for the first time since before we broke up and it's going to be very, very weird. Last time we were physically together was Halloween, and we spent most of the time cuddling and kissing. We broke up over Facebook. I literally have no idea what my feelings for her are. That's not entirely true: I don't love her anymore. I miss what we had, but I don't miss her. I miss the love and safety and desirability I felt when we were together, but we both changed (mostly her to be honest), and now we're much less compatible, and that's okay. It was only two and a half months. Still, I'm nervous for seeing her tomorrow. Probably all the LTI folks are going to be hanging out, and the pairs of exes are all going to be a bit awkward, but we were the longest lasting couple and I think the deepest connected. So it'll be hard.

You say goodbye, but do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
You go along, thinking that things like this never change.
Ad then they go and change.

It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
it's just a small story,
just two friends all grown up.
It happens -
it happens - 
it happens one day.